Thursday, March 10, 2011

I know I'm missing something at JMU. I don't always know what it is, but I think I sort of have it figured out.

I don't feel welcome. I don't have a group of friends that loves me, I don't have something to call my own, I don't have my own thing. I don't have anything there that is calling me back.

And that makes me sad because all of my friends like or love the college they're apart of. They "love coming home but love going back"

Well I love coming home. That's where my sentence ends. There's nothing at JMU that is mine, I don't have a group of friends, I have 3. I think of school and I don't get a warm fuzzy feeling, I'm just going to a place that has some classes and a few separate friends of mine.

I'm just used to being extremely happy with my life, and I am very happy with my life, I'm thankful for my family, my friends, my boyfriend, the fact that I even get an education, but sometimes I feel like I deserve to be really happy about where I am, and to not just go through the motions there. Because that's what I'm doing.